Spiritual Qi Revives, I Learn To Kill Gods In My Dreams

When Chen Qing woke up again, he had ended his dream and was in the training room.

"What happened just now? I didn't die. I seemed to be just shocked. But why did you forcefully exit the dream?"

Chen Qing thought as he stood up and stretched his muscles.

Looking at the time, it was difficult to notice the passage of time in the dream. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

According to this time, Daqiang should have finished the competition. Drag him to set up a street stall! "

Chen Qing walked out of the training room and turned to look at the guard on the way. Inside, Lao Li was looking down at his tablet and laughing.

Chen Qing didn't bother him and went straight to the competition ground.

"Why is the distance to the competition venue so far today!"

After arriving at the competition ground, Chen Qing looked confused.

The distance that usually takes five minutes to walk, Chen Qing walked straight for ten minutes.

But what makes him even more strange is that the classmates in the competition venue looked at him curiously when they saw him walking in.

There were even a few girls looking at him from a distance and whispering.

"What's going on? I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to stare at me!"

Next to the No. 2 competition stage, Zhu Daqiang was watching the competition on the stage attentively.

Chen Qing walked over and patted his butt with a smile.

"There will be no classes after today's competition. Why don't you go to Zhuangyuan Street to earn some extra money?"

After saying this, the people around him immediately looked at Zhu Daqiang with animal eyes.

And Zhu Daqiang was also full of doubts.

"Little Sister, are you talking to me?"

Chen Qing suddenly discovered that Zhu Daqiang was a full head and a half taller than him, and he had to lower his head when talking to him.

"What's going on? I'm Chen Qing!"

After Chen Qing, who was at a loss, explained something, he hurriedly pulled Zhu Daqiang and ran towards the outside of the competition venue.

These people are so weird today, those looks in their eyes make me go crazy!

After arriving at the door, Zhu Daqiang pulled Chen Qing's hand away, squatted down and asked,

"Little Sister, who are you? Are you lost with your parents?"

"What the hell, me! I'm Chen Qing!"

As Chen Qingzheng was explaining, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cute little girl reflected in the mirror next to him.

The little girl has blond hair and blue eyes, a round face, and a red hat on her head. She looks cute and playful.

Chen Qing:? ? ?

"This, this, this, this! What is going on!"

"Little Sister, if you want to find your mother, I will take you to find her."

Looking at Chen Qing who was yelling, Zhu Daqiang said with a kind face.

"Zhu Daqiang, what nonsense are you talking about? I am really Chen Qing!"

Chen Qing looked horrified. Why did he have a dream? A big boy turned into a little girl!

Wait, little girl!

Chen Qing's face turned pale, and he hurriedly threw Zhu Daqiang away and ran towards the toilet.

"Little Sister, that's the men's room! You're in the wrong place!"

Zhu Daqiang hurried forward to catch up.

Before he could enter the toilet, Chen Qingsheng came out helplessly.

"It's gone...my baby is gone!"

"You little girl, you are so talkative."

Seeing that he couldn't communicate, Zhu Daqiang took out his mobile phone and started making calls.

"Cangnan Mental Hospital? I..."

When Chen Qing saw that Zhu Daqiang was serious, he hurriedly snatched away his cell phone and hung up, saying loudly:

"I'm really Chen Qing, you like Miss Hatano, the blue briefs you are wearing today, you like to peek at your neighbor's house the most..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Daqiang hurriedly covered his mouth,

"I believe it! I believe it! Don't yell, this is school!"

Seeing that Zhu Daqiang still didn't believe it, Chen Qing shook off his hand with a melancholy look on his face and squatted on the ground in despair.

"What's going on? Why haven't you turned into a little girl all of a sudden? Are you still a Western breed?"

"Neither do I....."

Before he could say anything, Chen Qing suddenly remembered that the queen ant looking at him in the dream was also wearing a red hat!

"Daqiang, I won't tell you anymore! I have something to do at home. If the teacher asks about me, you will say that I am visiting relatives!"

After saying that, Chen Qing ran away quickly.

Zhu Daqiang: What the hell is coming to relatives?

After returning home, Chen Qing couldn't wait to turn on the computer.

It's useless to enter the dream now, I just get one more glare from the ant queen!

But he remembered that he had seen similar product introductions when he visited the forum before.

Now go search that forum again to see if you can find any more clues.

Chen Qing struggled to climb up the stool and sat unsteadily in front of the computer.

"Isn't there a chair for children to sit on at home? What should I do if the children come!"

Chen Qing struggled to reach the keyboard and enter the forum name.

Fortunately, the post is still there, and it was posted by a person named Shen Gongbao.

Nowadays, most of the props used by spiritual practitioners in China are made by a school called Mohism.

But Shen Gongbao used his imagination to imagine the source of Ling Practitioner's props before the Mo family appeared.

In the post he wrote, the manufacturing principles of the most common props in ancient times were similar to those of today.

They are all made into ordinary items, and then spiritual patterns are carved on the weapons.

Spirit patterns are made by imitating the Meridians lines on human or foreign bodies. Different spirit patterns have different effects.

But in addition to ordinary props, there are two special props, which are willing props and rule props.

Most wish props are placed in temples and are created by absorbing the wishes of ordinary people.

It is said that the scepter placed in St. Peter's Basilica in the West today is a wish-like prop.

As for the rule props, they are subdivided into two types. The first one is similar to the wish props.

They are passed down through books or fairy tales.

The most famous props in books and fairy tales will have a very small chance of appearing in reality through word of mouth and absorption of wish power.

This prop will have certain abilities, and the abilities follow the effects described in the book.

Another method is that peak powerhouse injects the power of its own rules into the equipment and uses it as a natural weapon.

However, these three props have basically disappeared due to the disappearance of the legend or the death of peak powerhouse.

"It seems that the red hat may indeed be a rule-based prop, but the post doesn't say how to remove the influence of the rules!"

Loli version Chen Qing browsed the entire post, including the bragging comments below, but there was no one that said what to do when encountering the rules.

After thinking about it, Chen Qing changed his own IP address and left a message under Shen Gongbao's account.

"Boss, if, I mean if, if someone encounters a regular item, how should they deal with it?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Gongbao seemed to be browsing the forum and replied immediately.

"Have you encountered any regular props?"

"I just said if, how could I encounter it."

"Oh, if, if you encounter it, I suggest you just buy a cemetery with a better Feng Shui."

"..."

"Just kidding, just kidding. The fact that you are still alive means that the prop is not a lethal type. If this prop has an owner, seek the owner's forgiveness or kill him!"

"If there is no owner, if you pass its test according to the rules, you can remove the influence of the rules."

Chen Qing looked at Shen Gongbao's words, thought about it and continued to ask:

"If the creature using the prop is considered an originally insensible animal, is the prop something that has an owner?"

"That's not the case. That creature should be controlled by a prop."

"Thank you!"

Chen Qing gave Shen Gongbao some gifts from the Tieba forum and then went offline.

At this time, in a corner of the world, an old man with black hair and a hunchback was touching a black panther and looking at the computer meaningfully.